'Travelling Solo'

16 September 2010

'Travelling Solo'

Travel Day. Munich to Paris.

My off-piste EuroRail binge continued today with another marathon journey from Munich to Paris. Well, I say marathon but the experience of travelling on European trains is so pleasant when compared to the hell of flying that it really wasn't a chore at all.

I'm travelling solo today, and changed trains in Mannheim, breaking the journey into two roughly equal parts of around three hours each. The Munich to Mannheim leg was pretty uneventful, spent largely sleeping off the beer/champagne/scotch headache that I managed to acquire with Bono and Michael Mittermeier last night. On waking up after a nap, I thought I had developed some kind of tinnitus, hearing indistinct but weirdly familiar noise in my head, breaking through the remnants of my hangover fuzz. I turned in a little more and realised that what I was hearing was a tinny and distant, yet utterly unmistakable rendition of Get on Your Boots. Was I hallucinating or in some aural dream torpor? Pulling myself together a little I figured out that the sound was coming from directly in front of me & peering over the next seat I saw that two guys were just settling in to watch the U2 Rosebowl DVD with earbuds in. Unsettling.